Giveth, & Taketh Away

He posts screenshots of other peoples' artwork without their permission or giving credit and refuses to stop.

He has also used some of your drawings in his recent posts.

Thank you for letting me know, however I'm assuming you're referring to trickstyr as the artwork they've been posting. I'm not trickstyr, but I am using some artwork they had for sale as an adoptable some few years back. (I paid for the art and made sure to credit them so everything's good on my end don't worry lol)

OMG HEY!!

I was honestly thinking of officially coming back to tumblr sometime soon and reviving some of my blogs, including this one, so the timing is basically perfect lmao I know it's been a while since I last posted. Life has been kinda crazy lately and I haven't had the time or energy to do the things I want. I've just been in survival mode for the last year and a half alskdghk

Technically there’s two answers to this:

1) If he were to remain underwater, then any of the merfolk cities would be much better than living in seclusion. He’d be glad to be accepted back with his own kind, but the likelihood of that happening is pretty slim

Different kinds of merfolk have different ways of courting. 

Merfolk manage in a similar fashion as humans, often starting as knowing one another on a personal level, before presenting gifts to their desired partner. Most merfolk then perform a ceremony which results in having some matching trinkets or jewelry made to denote that they are taken by their particular partner.

Shark-folk, a subcategory of merfolk, have similar ideals, but rather than just have matching jewelry, they will ‘mark’ their mate in a spot visible to others. Before marking, it is often discussed on both sides and only happens when both sides agree to it.

Merrow are similar to Shark-folk, however they often lack the personal connections. They’re very much a “survival of the fittest” kind of people and therefore typically only those who prove themselves worthy are capable of finding a mate.

There’s a difference between Merfolk, Merrow and Sirens.

Merfolk make up the majority of the mer-species, in which Siphon is a subspecies of Merfolk that take a build similar to sharks. They live in colonies and are known to build secret underwater metropolises. They are extremely social creatures and are not known to be solitary.

Merrow are similar to Merfolk, however they take on a slightly less humanoid appearance and are often considered savages among the merfolk. They’re often the ones hoarding and guarding hidden treasure, or harassing merfolk and humans alike. Some often refer to them as “Dragons of the Ocean” for their more monstrous appearance (See: D&D 5E Merrow for appearance inspiration)

At first, he wasn’t sure what he was looking at. 

Long, clawed fingers lifted the tablet etched with a strange language engraved onto it. It took little effort to hold it, so a free hand came over to trace fingers over the engraved language.

He blinked, and realized that he could read it. Dark shadows flickered into his eyes and he watched the text slowly start to make sense as the tendrils of shadows brought his mind to reason. 

An ancient text about a being named Malphas. Siphon hummed, and muttered the words as they came to him, an incantation that he hardly recognized. While he could read it, the realization that this was a summoning chant did not click in his mind.

Sensing his fear. That was a comforting thought. But really it embarrassed him more than anything. Belost wasn’t scared of much, or at least not outwardly so. Ever since the River Tyrant incident he’d done his best to avoid deep water whenever possible while keeping his newfound fear of it secret. After all his job didn’t go away just because he was scared. But it looked like Siphon could skip right passed his poker face and go straight to the source for that information.

“…maybe. I don’t think there’s going to be much getting me over that especially since you’ve already mentioned there’s predators in the water,” he’d already had all kinds of creatures come into his mind when he’d first heard the warning. Creatures with long jaws, lots of teeth, animals who would be called monsters by anything short of a zoologist. He’d seen pictures of all kinds and seen a unique one himself. And here he was on another planet he’d never seen with a species he’d never seen. There was sure to be something new lurking in the water just waiting for him. He glanced from Siphon and into the water, keeping his breathing steady thanks to quite a bit of practice.

Belost didn’t want to disappoint him with an outright refusal, though, so he changed to the subject that he definitely could do. “But those ships, yeah, I can tell you more about that. I traveled on one every year for a month or two when I was younger. Got to see different planets and ports and things like that. I liked it when I was a kid. Now I mostly live on one when I’m not being sent out on different planets- like I am now. Some of the ships are just big enough for one person like me to fit in. You don’t go very far in those. Some could fit two people. Then they go all the way up to being able to fit an entire city’s worth of people in them. That’s the kind I stay on. If they’re close enough to the planet then you can actually see them up in the sky. I came here on one of those smaller ships, though.”

The change in subject relaxed Belost, the waves of anxiety rolled off of him less, which caused Siphon to relax a little as well. He listened intently, trying to imagine the different kinds of star-faring-ships. He’d seen ships float on the water, but to float among the stars...

Green eyes flicked down to look at the long tail that was curled in the sand. The end of it lifted a few inches, then lay flat in the sand again. 

It sounds impossible - amazing... I wish I could see it for myself.

There was a mild air of disappointment in his tone, that he knew he’d never be able to see it as he was. He needed water to survive, and therefore he was confined to it. His world, before now, had never felt so small. He had never felt so jealous of a creature with legs before, either.

The idea of it was nearly maddening. To know that there were those who could just.. leave their planet. The more Siphon thought about it, the more he wanted it. He could just leave this place, and perhaps find a place where he wouldn’t be shunned for what he was. A place he belonged.

Finally, broken out of his thoughts, he looked up to Belost again. 

Kisses Meme || Open05. a desperate kiss .

There was no gasp of air from Siphon as he broke the surface, but he still needed to, as he held a precious soul with him. Qessyn feared water, he learned early on, but still somehow she managed to get past that to visit him every so often. It had been one disaster after another today. A group of other merfolk getting territorial with himself and Qessyn caught in the middle had turned into a bloody battle. Siphon had fought most of them off, but not before they managed to rough the Ieuzonian up and rupture her oxygen tubes. 

Burning with concern and residual rage, Siphon hauled her to the shore as quickly as possible. His wounds stained the water and sand, but he didn’t care. He laid her down, noted that she wasn’t moving. 

Qessyn... Qessyn! Wake up!

Taking a breath, trying not to let his exhaustion get the better of him, Siphon leaned down, pressing an ear against her chest. He felt a chill run through him when he realized....

No.. No! He wasn’t going to let this happen!

Leaning down, he grasped the back of her head and lifted her. Their lips met without hesitation, and instantly, a swirling green light began to pass under her skin. 

You don’t have enough...

The voice in his head was right. He hadn’t taken anyone’s life force in a while. The energy he had stored wouldn’t be enough to revive her. 

His energy would have to do. He would give it all if he had to. With resolve, he deepened the kiss, forcing more light to dance across her body as his markings flared. Then, the wounds on his body deepend, blood dripped onto the sand as his brows furrowed. His free hand dug marks into the sand as a muted groan left him.